Trying my hardest to clean my heart
of the mess you left there
Scrub off all the blame
that you put on me
Keni
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Trying my hardest to clean my heart
of the mess you left there
Scrub off all the blame
that you put on me
My eyes are glazed over like a thick fog
My tear ducts turn to rain clouds
And from my throat the wind howls
My fingers drum like rain drops on glass
My heart beats like thunder as they walk past
A tornado is spun as I twirl my hair
You should be aware of the earthquake created from the shaking of my feet on the floor
And the heatwave burning me up at my core
Throughout all of this weather
No one asked me whether I'm okay
My borderline personality disorder is my addiction It doesn’t do me any good Medication provides stability But sometimes I throw that away
I don’t know if my intention is to sabotage myself All I know is I stop And I feel lighter, free, wild I feel creative and fun
Then the fun stops I can’t stop thinking about dying I can’t stop crying I let all the emotions back in full force With it comes all the heaviness and darkness
I feel hopeless and helpless
It takes me a while to care about myself enough to want to take my medication
I take it again
All the time knowing I’m tempted by the high of the mania and I could sell my sanity for the price of a brief moment of euphoria
scarred
I am emotional and teary
I am wounded and weary
My brain has many emotional scars
Like a night sky full of stars
Burning hot inside my mind
In the dark its all I find
I start seeing constellations
Lines between what happened and me
I blame myself for existing in moments created by others
My first response is to erase my memories by erasing me
I think these things so carelessly
I have to relearn that I deserve to take up space
I have to embrace this wasn’t my fault
To put down the salt
To allow myself to just be
Despite a mind full of debris
Life is vibrant
Full of colour
Full of noise
Full of people
Desaturation
Quiet
Lonely
Small goodness
A change of place
A friendly face is required
Human contact is desired
Of any kind
Whatever I can find
I need softness
While my mind is rough
A simple gesture is enough
To smooth and soothe the harsh edges in my point of view
All I need is to know the world outside my brain has good
My brain is filtering out good
That’s understood
But it exists in the world
Even in the small
I attempt to break down my brick wall
Make a window
And observe
New information for my optic nerve
Something to counteract all the sharpness and black
To try and find what I lack
To get myself back
Piece by piece
Bystander
You don’t deserve me
You’re prepared to serve me up to a monster
Just so your life doesn’t have to change
I would choose...
You can’t choose your upbringing
You can’t choose your family
I would choose someone who believes me
when I tell them all the worst things that happened to me
I would choose someone who holds me tight
Who tells me not to fight back the tears
To let them flow
They don’t let go until I’m ready
I would choose someone who sees the truth
And sees the toxic
Who gets rid of them from our life like an antibiotic
Someone who tells me that person was in the wrong
Its okay, they are gone
I would choose someone who see that I’m strong
but protects me
Instead I have someone who rejects me
For telling the truth
Letter
You wrote me a letter
My rib-cage rips apart
You leave me with paper-cuts to my heart
Words tattooed in my head
I’m blue and I’m red
Anger ignites
Yet the red and blue fights
I’m purple smoke
And I choke
And I choke
I trusted you with my heart
I think this is where we depart
The paper cuts you gave act as a line in the sand
With pen in hand, You sever our bond
I don’t know how to respond
I’m purple smoke in the air
I wish you would care